Half way down to Kaslo, now this van is smelling weird
There's a love song on the radio, I'm wishing you were here
I've seen all the insides of the towns you roll right through
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
The hippies don't take showers, all the vagabonds are drunk
There's no time for moderation when you're living month to month
I've been to every gas station from here to Saskatoon
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
Home to you
Home to you
There's a place I know that I can rest my tired boots
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
The bars are full of weirdos, there's this book that they all quote
Of every shitty pickup line and every shitty joke
I leave every party even bluer than a bruise
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
Home to you
Home to you
There's a place I know that I can rest my tired boots
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
I guess I'm still a baby, never got a proper job
I just started strumming ballads and I never really stopped
I'd like to think a tumbleweed could learn to grow some roots
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
Nothing's quite like coming home to you
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Half way down to Kaslo, now this van is smelling weird
There's a love song on the radio, I'm wishing you were here
I've seen all the insides of the towns you roll right through
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
The hippies don't take showers, all the vagabonds are drunk
There's no time for moderation when you're living month to month
I've been to every gas station from here to Saskatoon
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
Home to you
Home to you
There's a place I know that I can rest my tired boots
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
The bars are full of weirdos, there's this book that they all quote
Of every shitty pickup line and every shitty joke
I leave every party even bluer than a bruise
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
Home to you
Home to you
There's a place I know that I can rest my tired boots
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
I guess I'm still a baby, never got a proper job
I just started strumming ballads and I never really stopped
I'd like to think a tumbleweed could learn to grow some roots
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
Nothing's quite like coming home to you
There's a love song on the radio, I'm wishing you were here
I've seen all the insides of the towns you roll right through
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
The hippies don't take showers, all the vagabonds are drunk
There's no time for moderation when you're living month to month
I've been to every gas station from here to Saskatoon
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
Home to you
Home to you
There's a place I know that I can rest my tired boots
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
The bars are full of weirdos, there's this book that they all quote
Of every shitty pickup line and every shitty joke
I leave every party even bluer than a bruise
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
Home to you
Home to you
There's a place I know that I can rest my tired boots
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
I guess I'm still a baby, never got a proper job
I just started strumming ballads and I never really stopped
I'd like to think a tumbleweed could learn to grow some roots
And nothing's quite like coming home to you
Nothing's quite like coming home to you
Writer: Maddie Storvold
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